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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-04-14 06:15 pm

Noli equi dentes inspicere donati.

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Swap meet.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Sukkardi the 14th of Haneden
Notes:
  • Swap Meet Spreadsheet: Pre-chosen swaps are green. Assigned are blue. There were a few characters that were selected more than once, so objects were assigned on a first-come first-serve basis. If you have any issues or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact the mod team.
  • For objects that might not be immediately apparent as belonging to their owners, there may be a picture or name attached, or players are welcome to have their characters ~just know~ it's for them. Drr drr drr, bb.
  • Party post nights are a great time to come join the chatroom.
  • The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.


The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap.
satrinah: (⇥ now the sun is coming up)

[personal profile] satrinah 2012-04-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Mothers are a complicated subject for almost everybody, but especially when you yourself are young and have lost yours. Lyla's got two, and the human one wasn't a lot to brag about, but at least she tried. The other one, the newer one, well--

Lyla doesn't think about her on purpose. The liquor helps block out all thoughts of Lilith and her damnable agenda. Instead, she watches Laura, teeth catching her lower lip for a second and then releasing. She feels like she should say something else.

"She's pretty," she says, after letting that second stretch out a while.
23rd: (comic  ✗ proclaim eternal victory)

[personal profile] 23rd 2012-04-15 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"She was." The past tense is all that's really needed, there.

Well, not all, but she was until I stabbed her to death is not. Really something Laura shares without prompting.

After a moment of looking at it -- so strange to see her mother so young, although Sarah Kinney was young when she had her, but in the photo, she's Laura's age, maybe younger -- she finally pockets it. Or rather, puts it somewhere on her person, as there's not a lot of fabric currently covering her. "I don't understand their criteria for choosing items."

This photo, after all, is not hers. It's not something she needs. She knows what her mother looks like, already has a picture of her; she doesn't require another reminder. But maybe it's not about Sarah; maybe it's about Debbie, for once.